Chapter 123

Chapter 124: I Am You, You Are Me

She had said it long ago: Humans and Monsters are destined not to coexist. How could humans ever live in peace with Monsters that killed their own? Those blood-deep hatreds, those ruined homes, those loved ones dying before their eyes, stab so deep into a revenger’s heart that they can never be wiped away.

“Qian Qi,” a pair of invisible hands folded gently and covered Qian Qi’s eyes as the blood-red in her gaze grew even brighter; a cold female voice, hiding madness and obsession, sounded like a nightmare’s whisper tearing through her nerves: “Use my strength: you are me, and I am you. Come with me and kill every Monster.”

“Ugh-” Her awareness snapped back. Qian Qi clutched her head in pain as the little Copper-scale Beast’s shrieks stabbed at her skull. Irritated, she swung the iron rod and drove it into the little Copper-scale Beast’s brow, ending its life.

[What was that just now? Whose voice was that?] Her Psychic Power had been churned into chaos by an unknown force. Seeing the little Copper-scale Beast die, the Copper-scale Beasts that had rushed in stopped holding back and charged at Qian Qi in a fury.

They were shaped like giant lizards, bodies covered in black bronze-scale plates. Their long, heavy tails could fan people away with a single sweep. Their short but powerful hind legs and two thick, python-like forelimbs made them stand several meters high, crawl with fierce speed, and leap across several zhang.

They sprang from all sides toward Qian Qi, who was still foggy in the head, closing a ring around her. As they flew, their foreclaws snapped out into sharp blue talons, dozens of centimeters long, slashing for the back of her unguarded head. Without having eaten Defense Fruit, she would surely die under such a savage siege.

“Roar-” Several earthshaking roars crashed together as talons fell like a storm, ripping open the cold, bloody air and reaching for Qian Qi’s skull. [Qian Qi-]

Qian Qi suddenly lifted blood-red eyes. As she turned, a chill and ferocious gleam spread from the corners of her gaze, and an overwhelming flood of Psychic Power burst out like a river in flood. In the same moment, the Copper-scale Beasts that were leaping midair slammed to the ground one after another, rolling and howling in pain.

“Mere D rank, and you think you can hurt me?” Her voice was cold and proud. She spun the iron rod twice in her palm, a thin smile of contempt and killing intent on her lips, then drove the rod hard into the nearest Copper-scale Beast’s chest, hooking out its bloody organs and flinging them to the dirt.

She moved as if on a quiet stroll, stepping over bones and through running blood. One by one, the D rank Magibeasts under her Psychic Power fell to that simple iron rod. When the rod finally warped and buckled, she tossed it aside and stood before the Copper-scale Beast that had charged first. With greenish knuckles, her small hand stroked its head as she lowered her eyes and spoke in a low, grim voice: “Hey, if you can’t control your brats, then outsiders get to teach them.”

“Roar-” The Copper-scale Beast writhed as the crushing force battered its mind. She seemed to be tormenting it on purpose, grinding its consciousness bit by bit-like dropping it into an icy abyss to be stabbed by countless knives, like burning it alive in a sea of fire-until it wanted to die.

“Wouldn’t it be better to stay underground? Yet you had to crawl out,” the gloomy girl muttered, harsh and ruthless: “If you come out, you should die.” Her little hand thrust into its skull, and she slowly crushed its cranial bones. The image of Little Jia’s head being squeezed apart by that young Copper-scale Beast flashed in her mind; rage surged in her chest, a single tear sliding down her blood-smeared face. She could not calm this flood of fury, because it was Qian Qi’s fury.

And “she” was nothing more than a cold fragment of leftover will.

“Qian Qi, let go and kill,” the voice coaxed. “Kill everything that blocks you, threatens you, or hurts you. What is mine is yours.”

“She” lifted the suppression she’d held on that raging tide of Psychic Power and gently covered Qian Qi’s eyes. Without “her” restraint, the ocean-deep power swept through Qian Qi’s mind. Her small, rocking “boat” of consciousness pitched in the waves and finally got pulled into the whirlpool.

Qian Qi raised her eyes; only the word “kill” remained in her head. The unknown-grade Psychic Power felt born to this body and moved at her will. She stepped over D rank corpses and, under the terrified yet hopeful stares of the people outside, walked to the place where the Copper-scale Beasts had burst from the ground.

As they rose from below, the buried Dungeon revealed its true face. Qian Qi stared into the black entrance, then leapt down.

Like a demon falling into hell, she crashed into the Dungeon. Her crazed killing intent swept over the jungle draped in vines. Life teemed everywhere; a towering waterfall cut through the cliffs. Magibeast roars rose and fell. Herds of D rank Magihorn Rhinos gathered by the river. Flocks of birds dove from the sky at Blue-ice Magi Rabbits. Copper-scale Beasts raced through the trees, thick tails cleaving weird trunks and startling crows into flight. They lived easy and free, not knowing that humans outside lay dead across the ground.

Qian Qi’s gaze locked onto the Copper-scale Beasts and a nameless fire surged up. Kill. Kill them all. She would make this place a field of corpses, wash the land in blood, and honor her dead with the ruins of their enemies.

“Wind,” Qian Qi said as she lifted a hand. She stood still, lips barely moving. Psychic Power took form like a raging gale and swept toward the Copper-scale Beasts.

“Hiss-bang! Bang! Bang!” Wherever the wind blew, heads burst like smashed watermelons. Blood sprayed everywhere. Other Magibeasts panicked and fled; the ones that rushed close also had their skulls blown apart and soaked into the soil as fertilizer.

But it still wasn’t enough. She walked deeper into the forest. With every step, lovely yet horrible blood-flowers bloomed around her. The swirling wind of Psychic Power shredded every Monster near her and spared only herself, leaving wreckage behind to mark her path.

She wandered without aim until, at last, she grew tired. She climbed onto a great boulder and sat, lazy and dazed, legs crossed and chin propped on her hand. Her vast power surged like a tsunami and seized Magibeasts for a hundred li around. Countless beasts thundered from afar and trembled, groveling at her feet. Qian Qi’s lashes lowered as she scanned the D rank horde. Using so much Psychic Power steadied the little boat of her mind at last; the sky-high urge to kill thinned like smoke and drifted away, leaving only calm and quiet.